forall (forall) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-07-10 22:18:00 |
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Steve had this way of seeing problems. He wasn't a pessimist, but part of looking for the best was identifying roadblocks and things that could interfere with good intentions and the best-laid plans. Were Tony's intentions good? Undoubtedly. With so many people having dreams, was it a good idea for someone to take the initiative to reach out and try to connect those who wanted to be found? Sure. But there were issues, too, ways that all of this could endanger people, and he really wanted to know what was going on. It was his duty as a friend to try and keep Tony out of harm's way. If there was a white board to see? He'd go see it. When he showed up, it was with a cheap gas-station cup of coffee. He'd brought a second, in spite of the fact that Tony probably had better in the company cupboards. Steve had ruined the guy's night not twenty-four hours prior; a cup of coffee was the least he could do. "Tony?" Steve called, after rapping knuckles on the door. "I'm here." |